Can't Roll away from this one

Jiro followed along behind Asahi at a leisurely pace. He was letting her track the prey for now since she needed more practice at it. So far, she was doing good until she went left and the animal had gone right. Noticing how she stuck her nose under some pine needles, he stands back, turning to look away so he can stifle his chuckle. Ah Asahi, she'd get it soon enough.

Before he has a chance to give her some pointers, the rhythmic crying noise and flapping of wings also catch his attention. Interesting was an understatement. He meets Asahi's gaze for a quick moment as they share the same expression. Following close behind her in case it's a trap, he easily navigates through the brush and over log, barely lifting his paws. When they approached the stream, Jiro lets out a quiet gasp at the scene. Instinctually, he stands close to Asahi in a protective manner, silver gaze lifting to scan their surroundings for predators.

When no bear or large cat scent came to him, he relaxed slightly and stepped forward to peer at the scene on the muddy riverbank. The dead lemur has his lips turning downward into a frown and his brows drawing together in confusion. This didn't appear like a feeding of any sort... He's about to go closer to the lemur when the flutter of wings draws his gaze to the bird who is also blood and cannot seem to fly. Jiro glances to Asahi for a moment before moving closer to the bird.

"You poor thing," he murmurs as the bird screeches loudly in his face, terrified that it would be injured further. "We won't hurt you. We can try to help," his voice is soft, tender, before looking to Asahi. "If we figure out what happened to the lemur, we can probably figure out how to help the bird," the boy says, concern clearly written on his expression as he looks back at the two injured animals.